Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Estonia and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing The Dave Clark Five to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Bluetip. All the underground hits.
All The Cosmic Jokers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ohio Players record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suicide record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glenn Branca,
Khruangbin,
Hasil Adkins,
Shuggie Otis,
Skarface,
Siglo XX,
Radio Birdman,
Drexciya,
Todd Rundgren,
Eric Dolphy,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ohio Players,
Con Funk Shun,
EPMD,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Doors,
Kerri Chandler,
The New Christs,
The Pop Group,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Albert Ayler,
Al Stewart,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ituana,
Johnny Clarke,
Rotary Connection,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Mandrill,
Pantytec,
The Skatalites,
Terry Callier,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Q65,
Procol Harum,
The Dirtbombs,
The Smoke,
Sandy B,
Y Pants,
Leonard Cohen,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Litter,
Surgeon,
Model 500,
Cal Tjader,
Lightning Bolt,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
One Last Wish,
Lower 48,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sun City Girls,
Masters at Work,
Bootsy Collins,
Metal Thangz,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Deepchord,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Angels of Light,
La Düsseldorf,
Joy Division,
The Cure, The Cure, The Cure, The Cure.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.